I don't know if it's the change in seasons or if I'm just feeling less troubled, but looking at this blog makes me feel weighed down. It's like I'm floating around, holding onto hundreds of balloon strings...as soon as I read my blog, the balloons go : pop : pop : pop :. There's nothing I can do about the asshole pessimistic undertones of my previous blog entries, though I can try to cure that. Maybe a site overhaul will make a difference.
I didn't realize how much the weather affected my mood. Having suffered through one of the crappiest winters NYC has experienced in a long time, I was kicking my heels like a leprechaun the first day the Sun decided to shine through and temperatures broke the 45degree barrier. It was pure bliss...for about a week, until the temperatures dropped again. My mood goes from ecstatic to wretched every time the weather rubberbands up and down. I can't wait for Spring to arrive, chill and hang out for awhile.